@dimeremantiro wanted a starter from Orlok for Valerie
The world of dreams was not the counts to fully exist in. The stasis of his mind while he rested in his coffin was akin to death in its entirety and when he lay there still, the waves of the astral did not follow him. Yet, for the briefest of moments, something would reach to his subconscious--and he would push back. Feel for that small jolt of energy from far off spaces and latch on.
An entrance into a dream space was like pitch touching water--his darkness exploded out in tendrils, corrupting all around him as his very presence sought out to find this force. Then, he put up his own flame, a signal to flash through the darkness as a beacon for them to follow once his darkness plagued them.
A trap was set. Now all that was needed was for the quarry to take the bait.